19 January 2013
The wind Screaming my name, Whipping at the walls, Shaking the window frame.
It picks up speed, Howling in the night. There is a strong gust, What a terrible fright!
It yells, Calling to me. Blasting at my house, Like something needs to flee.
Now I shudder As pouring rain falls Mixing with the wind, Lapping at my thin walls.
Thunder, Then lights flicker. I hide in my bed, As the wind still snickers.
Frightening booms. My lamp's not conscience. The storm rages on, Deep into the darkness...
Storm • Opuss № I